Creepy mahou shoujo fans have once again been causing trouble, this time apparently having the temerity to go to the same cinema as a mother with her daughter – who naturally felt there was some danger of her daughter being ravished somehow by such an unwelcome interloper.

From a question posed to the notoriously erudite inhabitants of Yahoo! (and now removed for reasons which can only be guessed at):

I went to the cinema with my daughter to watch Precure and there was a single man there!

I went to the cinema with my daughter, and I couldn’t help but notice what appeared to be a single man there.

Honestly, it’s creepy, and I wouldn’t want him to sit next to a child or anything.

I’d be worried about what he might do…

Can’t they at least keep out of cinemas showing films for kids during the day?

How she would respond on learning that the makers of Precure deliberately market their anime both to little girls and creepy otaku men is probably best left to the imagination.

Creepy single men have a lot to say about this in any case:

“This is a bit too frank…”

“One of the responses says that ‘Maybe the guy didn’t want to sit next to your kid because he thought she was creepy. I’d like them to ban noisy kids from the cinema!’ Stop that!”

“Adults should go at night though.”

“People like this think only families should be allowed in at Disney movies, and only couples at romances. They just want to force their own rules on other people.”

“The persecution complex of the questioner and the megalomania of all the answers seem to be at cross-purposes there.”

“I bet you guys were all going in there on the opening day weekend with all the families. I would have crept in on the early morning weekday showing and shamefully sat at the back.”

"Sorry, madam. I actually didn't know that you're bringing your daughter along since I was paying my whole attention on Ako/Cure Muse. Pardon me again for initially mistaking you as a closet middle aged mahou shoujo fan."

Mother: Excuse me!
Otaku: Sorry madam for I am unable to pay too much time to you as I am currently basking upon the greatness that is Precure
Mother: That's not what I mea~
Otaku: Ahh I see, you too have discovered this great treasure. Many people are much too ignorant to notice such great beauty
Mother: No that's!
Otaku: You need not say anymore
*suddenly pulls out something*
Mother: Wait! What are you?! *covers face*
Otaku: My card...I will welcome you anytime feel free to call me. Now if you excuse me the girls are about to perform their final attack and I must capture the great moment
Mother: But~

Diemeow: Is what I'm imagining right now.
Next Episode! Will Mother join his noble cause? Will he be able to capture the girls' final pose? will her daughter ever be able to see anything as she has been behind them all this time? See you next week!

=_= Hmmm A story about a young mother, after accidentally joining his club, she finds the joy of anime/manga through her weird experiences with the otaku all the while slowly pulling him back into society...oh and her daughter is the tsukkomi of the story.

Ahh I may have just thought about a bad ending where they end up trading places...noooo!

Where else will little girls see good, stand-up roll models with crazy ass outfits and perfect bodies with which to blame the media in the future when they are too fat and ugly to feel confident in themselves? This parent is just being responsible and starting the education early.

"..and I couldn’t help but notice what appeared to be a single man there." Honestly, it’s creepy, and I wouldn’t want him to sit next to a child or anything.

Seriously, the level of paranoia in that statement is just too Ultimate for something that only humans' imagination can make it totally happen. It's like seeing a blue umbrella leaning on a corner of a corridor, and then somehow you suddenly sense the inevitable danger of picking that up, hearing something important that you need to rush home quick, fell down from a set of stairs along with the umbrella and unfortunately got the sharp tip of it impaled through your throat as you landed at the end of the staircase.